在张家的“领土”和李家的“境地”边缘,不知从什么时候就生长着一棵石榴树。月复一月,年复一年,石榴树开花、结果。每当夏姑姑伴着春姐姐光临此地时,一个个的石榴宝宝便争先恐后的坐在妈妈为它们支起的秋千上荡秋千。个个都笑得合不上嘴,再加上那好似抹着胭脂的脸蛋,惹得街坊邻居的孩子们馋涎欲滴,连大人们都禁不住伸手要来一个。然而此时,最高兴的要数张大爷和李大伯了。张大爷红光满面,胖嘟嘟的大脸好像要被笑容弹裂了,逢人便夸:“瞧,瞧,这石榴树,甭提了。像俺这硬身板一样越长越壮。”他边说边用手抚摸着树干,一向粗 On the edge of Zhang’s “territory” and Li’s “land,” I do not know when a pomegranate tree has grown. Month after month, year after year, the pomegranate tree blossoms and results. Whenever Aunt Xia was with her sister in the spring, one of the pomegranate babies rushed to sit and swing on the swing that they had set up for them. All of them couldn’t laugh together, and it was like a rouge-clad face that made neighbors’ children slammed and even adults couldn’t help but reach for one. However, at this time, the happiest ones were several uncles and Li Dabo. Uncle Zhang’s red face, his chubby big face seemed to be cracked by a smile. Everyone praised, “Hey, hey, this pomegranate tree, he’s raised. Like the sturdy plate, the longer it gets, the stronger.” Said to touch the trunk with his hands, it is always rough